If all my enemies threw a party
Would you light the candles
Would you drink the wine
While watching television

Watch the animals
And all the tragedies
And sell your arteries
And buy my casket gown

Well it better be black (woah)
And it better be tight (woah)
And it better be just my size (woah)

I'm stalking these metro malls
And airport halls
And all these schoolgirls say

I'm not asking
You're not telling
He's not dead
He only looks that...

Way out nowhere
Take me out there
Far away and
Save me from my
Self-destruction
Hopeless for ya
Sing a song for California

I buy my enemies rope to hang me
And the knives to gang me
You can watch them stab me
On your television

Stalk the halls
Because the bathroom walls
Would have a lot to say
About the lines you’re putting down

Well it better be white (woah)
And it better be cut (woah)
And it better be just my size (woah)

Until my capillaries
Burst from boredom
I'll be waiting

I'm not laughing
You're not joking
I'm not dead
I only dress that…

Way out nowhere
Take me out there
Far away and
Save me from my
Self-destruction
Hopeless for ya
Sing a song for California

Wherever you are
Wherever you are
Whoever you are
Whoever you are

La la la la

‘Cause we got the bomb
We got the bomb, let’s go
We got the bomb
We got the bomb, let’s go
We got the bomb
We got the bomb, let’s go
We got the bomb
We got the bomb, let’s go

Way out nowhere
Take me out there
Far away and
Save me from my
Self-destruction
Hopeless for ya
Say a prayer for California

We got the bomb
We got the bomb
We got the bomb
We got the bomb